#Kiss | Jonathan and Martha

[kent-farm]

Every day can be this wonderful.

—Lillian Luthor, Smallville, “Lexmas”

[bia-wayne-west]

Mornings and waffles – Clark Kent x Reader

Characters: Clark Kent [Superman], Jon Kent [Superboy], Conner Kent [Superboy] and fem! Reader [You]

Synopsis: You have been married to Clark Kent for 12 years, and you live in the farmhouse in Smallville. You have two children, Jon Kent and Conner Kent. On a sunny morning, her two children jump on the bed to order pancakes and good morning kisses. You couldn't have a more perfect family.

Warnings: Superboys being super cute. N/A: I thought about doing something similar to Batmom but Superman. I always imagined what it would be like to be the mother of two super boys. Hope you like it. I hope you like it and that you feel how cute Superboys are. I'm a Latina girl who doesn't speak fluent English, so I want to apologize for any writing errors you find. Feel free to correct me.

Requests are open waiting for you

MASTERLIST

The sun was shining on the farm.  The light came in through the window, but you didn't bother because you were hugging your husband's huge body.  Clark used to sleep completely clinging to you, so the sun didn't hurt him.

You were about to wake up, but you could have a few more good minutes for you and Superman in bed together.  Well, you planned to stay in bed until you decided to leave, but your children didn't want to contribute to your wish.

You felt two heavy bodies jumping on the bed, on top of you.  Your eyes snapped open, and you sighed wearily when you saw Jon's bright blue eyes staring back at you.  He and Conner were in bed, trying to wake their parents.

“Waffles!”  Jon yelled, jumping on you.

Jonathan was ten and Conner was eighteen, but they still liked to jump into their parents' bed on a Sunday morning to order coffee.  They could just ask Martha or wait for you to wake up, but it was more fun to jump on you.

“Jon it's still five in the morning, go to bed.” You grumbled, running your hand through your youngest son's hair.

“It's time for coffee, Mom.  And the father has to fix the barn again.”  This time it was Conner who spoke.  He was hunched over Clark's body, who kept his eyes closed, was awake, but still didn't open his eyes.

It was hard to get Clark to accept Conner.  At first, he treated the boy with utter contempt and it broke your heart.  There were hours of conversation, and he only accepted his eldest son after having a conversation with Bruce, which made your husband open his mind.

Conner suddenly came into your life, but you can't imagine a complete family without their pretty boy.  It took Clark a few years to accept the clone as a son and call him that, but when he called the boy son for the first time, your heart was full of love.

“And we want waffles.”  Jon said again, sitting up in bed.  He was in his pajamas with a dinosaur design on it and his hair was totally disheveled, and his face was crumpled up from sleep.

“Then let's make waffles.”  You said, giving up.  Their children uttered an exclamation of joy, making a high-five between them.  “There will be waffles for you too, Mr. Kent.”  You whispered in the ear of your husband, who now had his eyes open and smiling at Jon.

“Come on, Jon.  Whoever gets to the table first will get the most coffee.”  Superboy suggested, getting out of bed in the field.  Jon also got up, and the two ran to the kitchen, betting on a race.

You let out a weak moan, hugging your husband again.  He hugged you back, pressing a soft kiss to your neck.

“Let's get up, we have to feed the two beasts.”  Clark joked, taking off the blanket so he could put his feet on the ground.

You smiled, repeating your husband's act and going to the bathroom.  Within minutes, you had washed your face, brushed your teeth, and changed your clothes.

You were already in the kitchen, putting the batter in the machine to turn it into a chocolate waffle.  Jon and Conner already had their mouths covered with so much chocolate, but they still wanted to repeat four more servings.

Martha, your mother-in-law, was helping you make coffee.  She was by his side, frying eggs and bacon.  She smiled at you, with that sweet face that only she had.

“They're very gluttonous.”

You both laughed, and smiled even more when you saw that Jonathan was frowning, probably because you heard his grandmother's comment.

“I only ate seven waffles and three pieces of bacon.  I didn't even eat that much.” He confessed, making a cute pout.

“Okay, so, since you're not eating much, that portion of bacon and eggs goes to your dad.”  You joked, putting the fresh food Martha had just prepared on your husband's plate, who thanked you with a kiss on the cheek.

Conner groaned.  After you and your mother-in-law finished cooking, the two of you joined them for a nice family breakfast.

You laughed at each other, talked about silly topics, and showed how much you loved each other.

“We have a perfect family.”  Clark confessed, running his hand gently over his arm.  “A completely loving and amazing family.” He concluded with a smile when he saw Martha lightly pat Conner's hand gently as he tried to grab one of his grandmother's bacon.

[paisholotus]

First Day Madness

Narrative

"Clark Kent. You're late!" Martha yelled, from the bottom of the steps. Clark is sitting in front of his computer, wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants. He's 15 now, with glossy-black hair and eyes of intense curiosity. He's searching for answers, searching for the truth, searching for himself.

"Clark If you don't get down here, I'm coming up!" Martha yells for the second time. He ignores her, clicks on another story. Then angry footsteps can be heard coming up the stairs. Clark reads a "Miami Herald article" he sees a photo of a haunted looking girl, the headline reads "Foster Child Claims To Have Started Blaze With Her Eyes." Only when he hears his mother's hand twisting the doorknob does he hit the screen saver.

Martha swings the door open, "Clark! Now get your butt out of --" But as she steps inside, Clark is sitting on the bed, fully dressed, casually tying his shoe. He smiles innocently. "Morning, Mom." She peers at him, suspicious. Holds up a suit. "It's one of your father's. I thought I could alter it for you." She said, smiling at him. "Why? Did somebody die?" He asked standing up. "Homecoming dance this weekend." Martha said, in a duh tone. "I don't have a date, Mom, I figured that would be the big tip-off that I'm not going." He mumbled, shrugging, standing up.

"Did you ask anyone?" She asked, folding her arms. "No." Clark said simply. "That's kind of the critical step to landing a date, Clark. Why don't you finally ask honey? You've had this crush on her since you were a little boy." He looked at her and frowned shaking his head.

"You just need to let people see who you really are..." She catches herself. "You know... on the inside." Clark smiles and laughed lowly. "It's okay, Mom, I know what you mean." She returns his smile, "just promise you'll think about it. I think you'll both make each other happy." As Clark heads out, Martha sighs, reaches for the discarded sweatpants when she inadvertently knocks the mouse over, causing the newspaper articles to pop back on screen. As she glances over them, her face creases with concern.

Clark is guzzling milk from a carton when Martha enters. She shakes her head, hands him a glass. "Tastes better out of the carton." He chuckles. She snaps the carton out of his hands, puts it on the table. "Where did you learn your manners?" She asking jokingly, but serious. "On a farm." He says sarcastically. Jonathan enters from the back, he's clearly been up since dawn. "Afternoon, folks." He kisses Martha, grabs the milk carton, guzzles it just like Clark. Clark flashes his mother a smile as Jonathan sits at the table, picks up the newspaper. When he opens it, a slip of paper falls free.

"What's this?" He asked Clark. "Permission slip." "You going on a field trip?" She asked, grabbing it. "It's for the football team. A couple of spots opened up." Martha turns, meets Jonathan's gaze. Clark pretends he doesn't notice, carries on. "They're holding tryouts this afternoon." Jonathan stares at the permission slip, doesn't say anything. "Come on, Dad, you played football when you were in school." Clark said, trying to reason. "That was different." He said, being dismissive. "Why?" Clark asked, walking in front of him. "You know why." Clark looks at Jonathan, makes his case. "I figure I can run at half speed and I won't hit anybody. Most freshman hardly play. Chances are, I'll ride the bench most of the season. Dad, I can be careful." Clark said sitting down.

"You're meant for greater things than football, Clark." Jonathan said, drinking his coffee. "Like what?" Clark asked, but was cut by knocking on the door.

"Come in." Martha said, plating Jonathan's breakfast. In comes Honey Ross. The sister of Clark's best friend. He's had a crush on here since they were little kids. But, he's been too shy to tell her, especially when it came to who he really is.

"Goodmorning, mama M, just wanted to see if jack and the beanstalk here wanted a ride." She said, smiling. Clark felt his cheeks heat up and playfully shoved her.

"You two better head off. Don't wanna be late." Jonathan said, making Clark frown at him a bit. Honey looked between the two and frowned herself at the obvious tension between them. Honey waved them bye as they walked out the house.

They walked to her car as she looked at him. "What was that about?" She asked, as they got into the car.

He huffed and got in. "Tell you later."

"For once, why can't I be normal?"

[kryptokent]

clark kent (smallville) x male reader

before clark meets up with you for a coffee date, his mother makes an unusual discovery in the laundry basket.

warnings/content: lead up to smut but fade to black, established relationship, you know about his powers, bisexual clark :3

word count: 1.7k

also on ao3!

dinosaur boxers

“Hm,” Martha murmurs, rifling through the laundry basket and grabbing at an item. “I’ve never seen these before.”

“What is it, Martha?” Jonathan asks, peering over that morning’s newspaper. 

She turns around and holds up a pair of boxers. “These aren’t yours, are they?”

Jonathan raises an eyebrow at the design. “No. Must be Clark’s.” He shakes his head with a huff of laughter and turns back to the newspaper. “Although I can’t imagine him wearing that.”

“I dunno. I didn’t buy these for him.”

Chuckling to himself, Jonathan folds the paper and places it on the table, standing up to make his way over to her. “Martha, Clark is 18. I’m sure he’s old enough to buy his own underwear by now.”

“Well, yeah, but he…” She starts, trailing off. Instead, she gives him an embarrassed smile. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

“When am I ever wrong?” He smirks, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Making his way back to the kitchen table, he grabs his jacket and shrugs it on. “Speaking of Clark, where is that–”

“You were speaking about me?” Clark asks, bounding down the stairs with a grin. “Good things, I hope.”

“We were just talking about this mystery underwear your mom found.”

Clark tilts his head and turns to his mother, the smile slipping off his face immediately at the sight. She waves the boxers, still holding them in front of her chest, and asks, “These yours?”

“Uh, y-yes,” Clark manages to get out through a cough. Martha’s eyebrows knit together and Jonathan turns back to face him with his eyebrows reaching his hairline. Clark clears his throat and smiles again. “Yes. Of course they’re mine, mom, who else’s would they be?”

She takes that as an acceptable answer and shrugs, dropping them back into the basket. “Just didn't think dinosaur-themed boxers were your thing.”

His face heats up. “Trying something new. Anyways, gotta go.” He’s out the door before anyone else can say anything.

Staring at the door in confusion, Jonathan shakes his head. “That was weird, wasn’t it?”

“Definitely. Think he’s hiding something?”

He thinks for a moment. “That he really likes dinosaurs.”

Outside, Clark takes a few deep breaths to calm himself. That was close, he thinks, before shooting off toward the Talon. He comes to a stop at the back alley, glancing around to make sure no one's nearby to notice him, and makes his way to the front of the building. To his surprise, you’re already standing at the corner behind a dumpster and he almost jumps out of his skin.

“Jesus, you scared me!”

“Sorry,” you laugh, waiting for him to catch his breath. “I know you like to come this way.”

“Do you now?” Clark laughs, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. He pulls away, searches the area, finds no one, and presses his lips back to yours. The height difference makes his chest swell with joy and he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your lower back. Between kisses, he mutters, “You'll never guess what my parents found earlier.”

“What’d they find?”

Clark pulls away and leans against the wall with a smug look. “Your boxers.”

“What?”

“Mhm.” Pushing off the wall, he gently grabs your arm and leads you toward the entrance of the Talon. “You must have left them there last time you were… over. I figure you took mine instead when you rushed out.”

You take a shaky breath. “Do they suspect anything?”

“You mean do they suspect we’re dating? No, doesn’t seem like it.”

“That’s good,” you reply as you take a seat closest to the door. “I guess you still don’t wanna tell anyone?”

Clark gives you an awkward smile as he sits opposite you and leans in close. “I just don’t know how they’ll react,” he says, voice hushed. “I mean, I know they’ll accept me, but…”

“You’re just not ready to announce you have a boyfriend.”

He looks around quickly, worrying that someone would overhear. “Exactly.”

Your hand twitches, and to Clark it looks as if you’re  about to reach for his hand but have second thoughts. He wants to reach out for you in return, hold your hand with no fear, but he stops himself. “That’s okay,” you smile, a small smile at first before it turns into a loving grin that lights him up like the Fourth of July. “I completely understand. As long as you’re happy, yeah?”

“I am happy.” Clark bumps his foot against yours under the table with a sweet smile. “You make me happy.”

Your grin widens “You make me happy too, Clark.”

He smirks and glances around. “Why don’t we get outta here?”

“Thought you wanted coffee.”

He shrugs. “Coffee can wait.” He stands and brushes a hand over your shoulder casually as he passes you, beckoning you to follow him.

“And this can’t?” You laugh, following outside and back down the alley. “What have you got planned?”

“Something fun,” he grins, looking around before taking you into his arms. “May I?”

“You may.”

Clark’s lips find your cheek. “Hold on.” He waits until you’re in his arms before speeding off, running faster than the speed of light. He runs and runs and runs until he makes it back to the farm, entering the barn and slowing down.

“We’re at the barn,” you state.

“Mhm.”

You smirk at him. “And what do you plan to do here?”

“Well…” he trails off, looking you up and down with his own flustered smile. “Whatever you want. But first, I’ll be back in a minute.”

He speeds off, leaving you standing alone. You shake your head with a laugh at his abrupt exit and make your way upstairs. By the time you’re flopping onto the couch and picking up a book from the table, Clark returns holding two coffees. 

“You couldn’t have gotten them before we left?” You ask, chuckling. 

“I didn’t think.”

“Do you ever?”

Clark rolls his eyes and hands you a cup, gently pushing your legs aside so he can sit next to you. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever, wise guy.” He takes a sip of his coffee and smiles. “I figured we could have our coffee date here. In private. Where no one can see us.”

“That is what private means, Clark.”

He huffs out a laugh. “I can never catch a break with you, can I?”

“Only when I’m dead.”

“Well I hope that’s not soon,” he whispers, leaning in close and looking deep into your eyes. His breath fans your cheek. Leaning closer, he presses a few soft kisses from your lips toward your cheekbone, and he smiles, before pulling back and taking another sip of his drink. “Now I can kiss you whenever I want.”

You giggle at that. “Alright, loverboy. You sure your parents won’t come up here?”

“They’re both out doing their own things. We’re all alone up here.”

“Alone, huh?”

Clark flushes red. “Mhm.”

“Well maybe I can get my boxers back then?”

“Oh…” He glances away. “Yeah, uh, sure. I can go get them for you.”

You roll your eyes in amusement and laugh, leaning forward to press a kiss to his burning cheek. “I mean, Clark, that you'll have to take these ones off first.”

His breath catches in his throat and his wide eyes find yours. “Wh– I– Oh. Oh, heh, yeah. Yeah.”

“You’re so cute,” you laugh, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “But it looks like you might explode if I say anything else like that. Let’s just enjoy this coffee first.”

He nods eagerly, making you laugh even more. “Sure. Yeah. It’s nice coffee. Really nice.”

You shuffle closer so that you’re curling into him, head on his firm chest. His strong arm instinctively wraps around you, pulling you closer, and he drops a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m glad we’re together, Clark.”

“Me too. If you hadn’t flirted with me on that day we met, I don’t know where I’d be right now.”

“Still chasing after girls that already have boyfriends, I bet. And blissfully unaware you could have been chasing after the boyfriends, too.”

He laughs and you can feel the vibrations of it against your cheek. “I’d have figured it out!” You glance up and raise an eyebrow and he gives you a cheeky smile. “Eventually.”

Pressing your lips to his, you smile. “I’m glad I helped you out.”

“Me too.”

The kiss deepens and you can feel rather than see Clark leaning forward to place his coffee on the table behind you. His hand slides up your arm and takes your cup too, placing it beside his. You chuckle against his lips as he pulls you into his lap. “Thought you were enjoying your coffee.”

“I was,” he shrugs, trailing kisses down to your jaw. “But I’ll definitely enjoy this more.”

You tilt your head to give him more access to your neck. “What happened to my cute flustered farm boy?”

Clark pulls back to smirk and there’s a playful glint in his beautiful blue eyes. “You talk too much,” he says, more of a loving statement than an insult. Pushing you against the soft pillows of the couch, he hovers over you confidently. “I guess I need to shut you up.”

You laugh and tug at the hem of his shirt before lifting it up and over his head. “And you need to give me my boxers back.”

He rolls his eyes “What did I just say, mister?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, eyes stuck to his toned torso. No matter how many times you’ve seen him shirtless, the beauty of him still amazes you. “Wasn’t listening. Was a bit distracted.”

He chuckles and dips back down to trail kisses from your lips to your neck, sliding his hands under your shirt and over your burning skin. “Guess I gotta help you with that.”

“And my bo–”

“And your boxers, I know, I know.” You share a sweet laugh and he removes your shirt, smiling down at you. “You're so beautiful. So, so beautiful.”

“Says you.”

He gives you his usual boyish grin and gives you a sweet kiss. “I do say so.”

It’s safe to say the coffee grows cold a while before the two of you are done.

[jonjaydami]

Breaking down the song too sweet by hozier and literally shoving any dc ship in it. Well mainly any bat x super ship cause honestly I love the idea that the song is from the bats perspective talking about their respective super.

Also I feel the need to make this clear, I do ship superbat, timkon, and Damijon but not all in the same universe. Like no offense to anyone who has written anything containing all three of these ships but I think it's just weird cause it's like man if superbat is canon and then you put damijon it's like Damian and Jonathan are brothers so it just makes me feel weird about the ship at that point. But if they are all in separate fics then I feel like it's fine and I love it.

But anyway! I was writing my newest chapter and on my superbat fanfiction called " does superman cry" (FYI I regret not making the title too sweet or ice tea and tears or something silly like that)

Cause I'm so OBSESSED with Clark having a deep appreciation for ice tea and loving it cause Martha would make it during the summer months and would make it warm during the winter so Kal just always had that bitter sweet tea after a long day of working on the farm.

So Bruce learns about it and he absolutely hates tea. He takes his whiskey neat and coffee in bed at 3 and this man just can't stand the bitter taste. Even with sugar in it he hates it. But after he learns Martha makes it he has Alfred the tea steeping master he is make his own so every time Clark comes over he baits him into drinking a glass.

Especially if he wants Clark to stay longer. He secretly just brings him a glass and Kal the nice boy that he is can never refuse a glass of home made sweet tea.

Eventually they fall into this pattern and even start dating and Bruce finds that he doesn't mind sweet tea as long as it's on Clark's lips when he kisses him. Thats the sweetest tea of all.

Also I'm imagining Clark not actually being a coffee fan and liking tea cause it tastes more like home and the earthy flavor it provides, but he will bring Bruce a steaming cup of coffee just like how he likes it as compensation. Kinda like a trade of sorts ♥️🖤💙💛

[lily-radiance]

Random fic headcanons and ideas:

TWD season two Daryl Dixon with an S/O who's in trouble

Both loners

MC is not from Georgia

Early 20s MC dating mid-30s Daryl

She knows how to shoot archery bows but not crossbows

Touch-starved

Andrea considers MC like another younger sibling

Everyone advises Daryl not to go for you and vice versa

When Rick, Hershel, and Glenn go to the bar, MC accompanies them. Daryl only goes when Lori tells him that you are in danger.

Carol gives him advice

Andrea and Lori warn him if he breaks your heart, he's a dead man.

RE4 Leon with a high school best friend who became an Umbrella Scientist.

MC was initially training for the force with Leon but dropped out to find another passion

She wants to help people but gets pulled into Umbrella’s dark research

Leon caught a glimpse of her at the end of RE2 but couldn't be sure if it was her.

Ashley doesn't trust MC, but Leon ignores it

Both have combat experience and have undergone physical conditioning

MC does not have Las Plagas

Krauser spars with MC, causing Leon to jump in.

Krauser asks Leon to choose between you and Ashley.

IDK if Leon would be sweet here or a Yandere.

Arkham Movie Trilogy Jonathan Crane, Harley Quinn, and Poison Ivy x Psychiatrist reader

This story is currently in progress!!!

Reader works at Arkham Asylum

Friends with Bruce Wayne

Knows about his alter ego and occasionally helps him solve cases

Reader believes Bruce should do more with his money to benefit Gotham

Combines Heath Ledger’s Joker with Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn

The reader was in the same major as Harley in college, and the two dated briefly

Harley constantly teases the reader when she catches wind of a new crush

You try to ignore her, but eventually can't as she warns you that the doctor is deadlier than he lets on

You brush it off, too fond of your coworker to accept the notion that he can hurt you

Bruce doesn't like your new counterpart, picking up a destructive energy that screams guilty

In defiance, you decide to bring your beaux to one of many parties and get on your friend’s last nerve.

A kiss is shared in front of the crowd, some murmuring complaints while others smile. You wish to stay in Jonathan’s arms, but the moment is interrupted as Bruce pulls you aside

Naturally, two upper-class socialites fighting in front of an audience calls for bad publicity, but not on your part

“If you keep this up, you'll become a sewer rat criminal just like the rest!”

Luckily, you decided to wear a few rings to accentuate your outfit. Not only do you look stunning, but you reel back and land a brutal slap on his cheek. Yet that doesn't hurt as much as your following words.

“How dare you, Bruce. How dare you scrutinize what you can never understand. Thomas and Martha would be ashamed of you, and you, of all people, know they were difficult to rattle. Next time you need anything, ask someone who gives a shit.”

Your friend has to watch in shock as you exit the home, arm linked with a man he despises. Even in disagreeable situations, you manage to exhibit grace and elegance. It's the beginning of a new era and the opportunity to forget the complex life of the wealthy.

“Is your hand alright, (Y/N)? Better yet, are you okay?”

Never underestimate a psychiatrist to get into your head. He walks you to the car, watching your lips tremble in the darkness. You meet his stare, and one thought crosses your mind: kissing him sounds lovely. The doctor is efficient at picking up social cues, leaning down to meet your lips, and extinguishing the frigid temperature.

“As long as I'm with you, Jonathan. I can do anything with you by my side, no matter the risks.”

I want to make the reader an anti-hero vigilante with the “Grim Reaper” theme. Supernatural powers in Batman don't really occur so I will brainstorm. Most villains are the work of genetic experiments gone wrong so maybe I'll work with that?

JD(Heathers 1989) dating the reader

You are friends with Veronica and the despicable Heathers

Instead of going along with their charades, you often argue and challenge Heather Chandler

She constantly threatens your social standing but knows that the campus would easily choose you over her.

Purple color coded

JD can't help but admire your tenacity as you begrudgingly follow Veronica to the table, attempting to stop the girl from doing Heather’s bidding.

When you walk over, he seems uninterested in the girl speaking to him, instead transfixed on your disinterested attitude. Unknowingly, you lick your lips, tasting lip gloss and wiping some glitter away. When you lock eyes, you swear your heart stops beating, drawn to his carefree attitude.

Veronica says a few words to you, trying to convince you to let her administer the lunch poll

As she talks, you playfully roll your eyes, causing the delinquent to smirk in your direction. He hides a chuckle from breaking out, finding your careless joking funny given the circumstances. When Veronica walks off, it allows you to sit across from the newcomer, albeit a little too eagerly.

“Mind if I ask for a smoke? I'm dying from boredom.”

“Sure, I could never say no to a girl like you. I’m guessing you’ve been trying to break from those devils all day.”

He lights your cigarette as you take it between your teeth, enjoying the visual more than he lets on.

“It's all thanks to you, my knight in obsidian armor.”

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Kid! Clark and Odd Duck?

"What in the Sam hell?"

Jonathan looked the way your grandfather was looking and chuckled, "Martha must have called before she finished her book."

"Ya think?"

Clark, without breaking a sweat, had a hold of the back of your overalls in one hand and his soda pop in the other and was quite simply just dragging you along behind him as you sat on the ground. Book in your hands, intently reading.

"Lord give me strength."

"I think he gave it to the boy."

____________

"What?"

Bruce held up a picture off your bookcase, smiling a little. Clark was dragging you by the hood across a college campus. Looking annoyed but resigned. And you still had a drink in one hand and a book in the other.

"Finals week I think?" you muse wincing when yawning made your head hurt.

"Who took the picture?" he asked, amused.

"Jimmy I think. Clark dragged me out of a lot of places."

"Like that?"

"When we were kids he dragged me by my overalls mostly."

"Overalls?"

"They have nice pockets for rocks. And snacks."

"Valid," Bruce snorted putting the picture down. He'd never paid much attention to the pictures on the shelf. Lots of them had Clark in them. Some had his parents. Some had your Grandparents. The ones with your mother were there but- clearly obligatory. There so she couldn't complain. Or ask.

Little glimpses.

Lois kissing your cheek on one side and Clark kissing the other while they forced you to participate in a little birthday party- presumably by bribing you with your favorite cake AND a defined stop time where you could leave.

Pictures people had snapped in candid moment. Posed pictures in weird places, including one that defied explanation where you're hanging off a tree branch by your feet and looking curiously zen despite being 6 ft off the ground. One day he'd have to ask. Someone would probably have an answer.

But right now you'd decided his sweater was the best thing on earth and you were drowning in it. And he'd rather spend a little more time letting you sleep on him.

[bigfan-fanfic]

Writing Game 1.4: Campfire

Prompt: Campfire Pairing: Clark Kent/Steve Rogers

"I still think it's cheating." Steve grins, watching Clark roll his eyes.

"Well, I'm sorry that the 'Star-Spangled Man With a Plan' couldn't get the flint working."

"Wow, do people still know about that one? I kinda thought that one would die off. It's a bit of a mouthful."

"I was just a very good history student."

"Aren't you a reporter? Shouldn't you be more interested in current events?"

"You are current." Clark laughs. "But also, you've got to know where you've been to know where you're going, right?"

"Then I guess I must know that better than anyone." Steve clicks his teeth, shooting Clark a grin. His face must be funny, because Clark snorts in an effort to stifle his giggles.

It wasn't exactly a common thing for them, camping, but during a week spent in Smallville with the Kents, Steve took the opportunity when Clark mentioned it to get them some private time. Martha and Jonathan are wonderful, but their guest room is just not conducive for two large muscular men in the same bed.

"I really liked getting to see your home. It's fascinating to me... were you ever really that small?"

Clark laughs again. "Yeah. I was quite the shrimpy kid, you know. It was one of the things I liked - Pa was a late bloomer too, and it made me feel connected to him when they told me when I was adopted."

Steve nods. "They're lucky to have you. And you with them. I think my mom woulda liked them. And you."

Clark lies back on the soft grass, looking up through the trees to the night sky. "You're doing okay, right?"

"Hmm?" Steve asks, glancing back at him. "Okay about what?"

"That joke Pa made this morning. About you being older than him."

It was harmless, Steve thought. In his own way, Jonathan was trying to put Steve at ease about it. It was a weird situation, even he would admit. How would he feel if his and Clark's son was marrying a guy who looked his age but was older than him? And then the idle thought hits him in full force that he just imagined him and Clark having a kid in the future. Starting a family. But he didn't let his wild thoughts run away with his mouth. "I didn't mind, honestly. I like that he's... okay enough to joke, I guess?"

Steve flops back onto the grass and rolls onto his side, looking right at Clark. "I love you."

"Aww. I love you too."

The reply is always so easy for Clark. It still makes Steve jumpy, the idea of being so open and free with his love - even when he knew his attraction to more than just women, he knew only that kind was "acceptable" in polite society. The first time he kissed Clark in public, he had a reaction that was somehow like the euphoric feeling of cresting the top of a roller coaster and having a panic attack all at once.

Clark scoots closer, and Steve opens his arms to cuddle him close.

"Thanks for doing this. I know maybe a whole week with my parents might be overwhelming-"

"It's really not. Martha and Jon are... they're amazing people. And you have such a close relationship with them - what, am I gonna make you choose, them or me?" Steve scoffs. "I think, even under normal circumstances, your parents are probably the best ever."

Clark beams at him, and graces him with a long, slow, passionate kiss. "All the same, we'll head home after tomorrow. I wanna do things with you that I really don't wanna be in my parents' house for."

Steve blushes, and Clark kisses him again. "I mean... technically we're not in your parents' house right now."

It's so hard to fluster Clark, and Steve cherishes the chances he gets to. Clark goes bright red, and then rolls off of Steve, laughing. "Okay, someday I'll tell you about when I came out to my parents. Let's just say I'm never trying to have sex on their land again."

"Oh, come on, you have to tell me now!"

"Fine. We were fooling around. Me and this boy from school. A good friend, Billy Crescent. My first boyfriend, after Lana and I broke up. And he, well... let's just say I caused a sonic boom and knocked down a whole buncha trees."

Steve starts to snicker, and bursts into full on guffaws. Clark pouts just a moment before he starts to laugh too.

"Alright, alright. We'll make sure not to cause another environmental incident until we get home." Steve teases, silencing Clark's retort with another long kiss.

They speak and kiss well into the night, and long after their campfire dies down, they cuddle in each other's arms, fast asleep.

[ao3feed-superbat]

Holy Hallmark Movie Batman!

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/aF6BjUN by LazyyBabyy Alfred decides to have a vigilante free Christmas. And where better to do so then in the practically crime free SmallVille. What could go wrong? A DC Hallmark Christmas fanfic where Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent are oblivious, love-struck idiots, Dick is determined to give Bruce the perfect Christmas romance whether he wants it or not, and Alfred is done with everyone. [Okay, honestly this is just my Christmas present to myself and a chill attempt at my first NaNoWriMo.] Words: 1967, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Martha Kent, Jonathan "Pa" Kent Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Clark Kent, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Alfred Pennyworth, Jonathan "Pa" Kent/Martha Kent Additional Tags: Getting Together, First Meetings, Idiots in Love, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne is Good With Kids, Dick Grayson Calls Bruce Wayne "Dad", Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Clark Kent is a Ray of Sunshine, Clark Kent Loves Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne Loves Clark Kent, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Alfred Pennyworth is So Done, Alfred Pennyworth Ships It, Dick Grayson Ships It, Dick Grayson is Robin, Young Dick Grayson, First Kiss, Fluff, Christmas Fluff, First Christmas, all my knowledge comes from fanfics and google, I just really liked Wayne Family Adventures okay, Anyone can be babygirl but it takes a man to be a single mother, how is that not a tag?, I wrote this while listening to nothing but Christmas music, Scarecrow's Fear Toxin (DCU), but the fear gas is lowkey ooc, Autistic Bruce Wayne, Inspired by Hallmark Christmas Movies, Bruce Wayne is the workaholic city girl, Clark Kent is the county bumpkin, I couldn't find a fic like this so I had to write it, I couldn't stop giggling while writing this, Tags May Change, I am making this up as I go read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/aF6BjUN

[kent-farm]

What’s goin’ on with Dad?

—Clark to his mom, Smallville, “Nicodemus”

[loverboybrightsideghost]

GET IT MARTHA AND JONOTHAN

omg it's the flower from tangled

[bluejaysandblackbats]

A Yellow Ribbon

Fandom: DC Comics, Young Justice, Flashfam, Superfam

Summary: Conner's been best friends with Bart ever since they met at the carnival when they were children. The problem is that Bart can't remember meeting Conner that night. But Thad does...

Chapters: 12/?

Characters: Clark Kent, Conner Kent, Lois Lane, Bart Allen, Thaddeus Thawne, Don Allen, Meloni Allen, Jonathan "Pa" Kent, Martha Kent, Max Crandall

Relationships: KonBart, KonThad, Clois, MelonixDon, Ma/Pa Kent

Additional Tags: No Powers AU, Mistaken Identity, Possibly Unrequited Love, Unrequited Crush, Twins, Lies, Stolen Moments, Unconventional Love Triangles, Misunderstandings, Childhood Friends, Complicated Relationships, Family Dynamics, Family Bonding, Best Friends, Secret Crush, Autistic Bart Allen, Autistic Thad Thawne, Thaddeus Thawne Gets a Hug, Conner Kent-centric, Bisexual Conner Kent, Conner Kent Needs a Hug, Third Person POV, Hurt Clark Kent, Boys in Love, Friendship/Love, Farm/Ranch AU, Farmboy Conner Kent, Grandparents and Grandchildren, Unconventional Families, Unconventional Relationship, Romance, Light Angst, Strangers to Lovers, Cyrano, Jewish Superfam

Chapter Twelve: CRAYDL

Conner looked around the airport until he saw Clark. “Dad!” Conner shouted. Clark ran to him, flashing the employee his ID. Clark embraced Conner and smoothed his hair back. 

“Were you scared?” Clark asked as he looked Conner over. 

“I cried a little bit when the plane went up in the air… But, it wasn’t so bad,” Conner answered sweetly, shrugging off the last remaining bits of anxiety. Clark crouched near Conner and held him tight before kissing Conner’s forehead. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? You must be tuckered out,” Clark whispered. Conner nodded. 

He held Clark’s hand and breathed through his nose. “Dad, where’s Mom?” Conner questioned. 

“Picking up your surprise,” Clark answered, “Hungry?” 

“Uh-huh… Wait… What surprise?” Conner questioned. Clark pointed to Lois holding a familiar little boy’s hand. 

Conner looked up at Clark as if asking for permission. “His parents wouldn’t have sent him if it wasn’t okay. Go say hi to your friend,” Clark grinned. Conner released Clark’s hand, running to his friend at full force before picking him up. 

“Bart, what are you doing here?” Conner questioned. 

Thad swallowed hard as he wrapped his arms around Conner, squeezing him in an unusually intense embrace. “My mom and dad said I could stay with you for a few weeks,” Thad whispered, still unable to let go. Conner smiled, waiting until Thad was ready to let go. “I’ve never had a sleepover before. I’m so excited.”

Conner held Thad’s hand. “Now, we don’t have to stop talking early to log off. We could play until we fall asleep,” Conner beamed. Thad and Conner followed Lois and Clark to the car. 

Thad looked out the window at everything. The buildings. The statues. The murals. It was so much on his senses, but he loved every moment of it. “Do you kids wanna get loaded fries and milkshakes?” Lois asked. 

“At Do-Si’s?” Conner asked. 

“You know it, sweetheart,” Lois answered. Thad chewed his lip as he turned to Conner, and he pulled something out of his bag. 

“Can I take a picture?” Thad asked. 

“Sure. And can I take one of you after?” Conner questioned in reply. Both boys giggled and made faces at the little camera. 

** 

At Clark and Lois’ apartment, Conner and Thad lay on the floor together watching TV and drawing pictures. Thad yawned. “Are you sleepy?” Conner asked. Thad shook his head. “Bart, can I ask you something?” 

“Sure,” Thad replied. 

“How’d you get better?” Conner questioned. 

Thad sat up, politely crisscrossing his legs as he remembered the grueling process. “Someone donated their stem cells to me,” Thad replied. Conner cocked his head before sitting up to listen better. 

“What’s that?” Conner asked. “Does it hurt?”

“Not really… Um, the person who gave me the stem cells had to get a shot every day for five days… And then, after they get their fifth shot, they go and get a needle put in them that takes their blood out and puts it back in, and it does that for a long time. Sometimes that’s uncomfortable. They can’t get up to go to the bathroom or anything the whole time… So, sometimes a nurse has to give them calcium through their blood in a bag, and it makes them feel better,” Thad explained, “But I had to stay in the hospital a little while longer to make sure it worked… And the other person had to stay away from a lot of people too, so they wouldn’t get sick.” 

“How come?” Conner asked. 

“‘Cause it weakens your immune system. If you don’t have healthy stem cells and someone gets you sick, you could be sick for a long time. And if you give stem cells to somebody else, your body has to take time to get strong again. But we’re both okay now,” Thad reassured Conner after seeing the distress in his eyes. 

Conner took a shaky breath before kneeling forward to hug Thad. “I’m glad you’re better. I never forget to pray for you. So, I’m glad it worked. I don’t know what I would do without my best friend,” Conner whispered as he held a startled Thad in his warm embrace. Thad slowly reciprocated, overwhelmed by the amount of affection but not averse to it. 

Thad wondered what it would’ve been like had he told the truth the first time. He wondered if Conner would’ve liked him the same. His lips twitched into a smile, but he wanted to cry. Conner released him and brushed his temple with his palm as if he’d forgotten something important. “Oh! Bart, I go to temple with my dad once a week, but you don’t have to go if you don’t want to. Mom said she’d take you somewhere fun if you didn’t want to go,” Conner explained. 

Thad listened to Conner describe temple shortly after that, and he smiled at Conner’s expression. “Can I come and see?” Thad questioned. 

“Sure! I’ll tell my dad,” Conner smiled. Clark entered the room. 

“Tell your dad what?” Clark teased as he sat down on the floor. 

Conner kneeled and placed his hands on Clark’s shoulder before resting his chin there. “Can Bart come to temple?” Conner asked. Clark nodded. “Is it time to go to bed?” 

“‘Fraid so… We’ve got a big day planned tomorrow. And we’re getting donuts first,” Clark whispered, “Brush your teeth, and I’ll be there to turn out the lights and say goodnight in a minute.” 

**

Thad woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, and he reached into his bag, looking for his stuffed animal. “No… No, no, no—.” Thad started to panic once he realized Bart had his stuffie at summer camp when they decided to switch places. 

Conner stirred, turning on his side as he watched Thad struggle for air, and he sat up once he was lucid enough to realize something was wrong. “Bart? Is something wrong?” Conner asked. Thad hugged his knees, hiding his face as he trembled and gasped for air. Conner climbed out of his bed and rubbed Thad’s back. “Do you feel sick? Is it your stomach?” 

Thad shook his head. “It’s embarrassing,” Thad mumbled once he caught his breath. 

“You can tell me. I won’t make fun of you. I promise,” Conner whispered. He stopped and squinted in the dark. “Did you wet the bed?” 

“No,” Thad whimpered as he started to cry. 

Conner climbed into the bed beside him, and he pulled him into a half-hug. “What’s wrong? I won’t laugh at you. I promise,” Conner reassured. Thad looked up at Conner as tears streamed down his cheeks. 

“I didn’t bring CRAYDL with me,” Thad confessed. 

“What’s a CRAYDL? Maybe my dad could find you another—.” 

Thad shook his head. “CRAYDL is my stuffie,” Thad mumbled. Conner softened and nodded. 

“I know it’s not the same, but I can sleep in your bed tonight,” Conner offered, “I’m sorry you’re scared.” Thad tried to calm down, so he wouldn’t hurt Conner’s feelings, and Conner climbed under the blankets. 

“You won’t be mad to stay here all night?” Thad asked. Conner shook his head. 

“It’s okay. Try to close your eyes. I’m not going anywhere, Bart. I promise,” Conner reassured him. He shut his eyes, and patted Thad’s knee until he scrunched down in bed and closed his eyes. Conner lay on his stomach, and Thad lay on his back, letting Conner reach over his chest with a gentle but heavy arm.

[jor-elsemissary]

Senator Kent

Lois: Martha truth or dare.

Martha: Dare

Lois: I dare yout to kiss Lionel

Lionel: I take the punishment for refusing is that Jonathan has to kiss me?

Lois: Would you really THAT upset about it?

Lionel: *smirks*

Jonathan:

Jonathan glared at Lois and was about to say something when Martha stood up and started to head over to where Lionel was sitting. The businessman wore a curious look and he can see the hopeful smile creeping just slightly under his beard.

“We need a new rule,” Jonathan said as he carefully watched the two. “No more kissing dares.”

“Can’t change the rules now, Senator Kent,” Lois argued while watching the two. Her mouth fell open slightly as Martha sat down in Lionel’s lap and she heard a displeased growl from over by Jonathan.

Or was it Clark? He had been awfully quiet tonight. She stole a glance in his direction and saw he also wasn’t too pleased with the dare. Making Lionel kiss Jonathan had been funny to him, but making his mother kiss Lionel?

“Martha?” Lionel whispered uncertainly. He had expected her to refuse and Lois making Jonathan kiss him. Instead here she was in his lap and he was trying not to squirm or react out of desire. He could already feel his trousers getting tighter.

“Sshh,” she tells him and cups him by the face before leaning down and kissing him chastely on the lips. His eyes widened briefly before closing half way as he returned the kiss. His hunger for her was more than he could control and what had meant to be a teasing game for Jonathan quickly led to something more passionate.

The cat call from Lois and the embarrassed giggles from her cousin went unnoticed by the two as Martha returned Lionel’s passion with her own. Her fingers crawled into his thick mane, nails lightly scraping against his scalp while his arms wrapped around her in an intimate embrace.

If they didn’t stop soon, Lionel was certain he was going to take things further with her. Jonathan and Clark be damned.

“Martha?!” the hurt and anger in Jonathan’s voice brought them both back to reality and cooled the ardor in both of them. Lionel shifted uncomfortably beneath Martha and she raised an eyebrow at what she felt. His face turned a soft shade of red at being caught in such a state with her.

It wasn’t as if he could help it! She had chosen to sit in his lap and kiss him like there was no tomorrow! “I, um, that was nice.”

Martha leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Come upstairs in five minutes,” she tells him and he gives her an intrigued look and then suddenly makes a strangled, quiet noise when he felt her hand brush against him.

She gives him a coy look before standing up and straightening her clothing. Martha meets her husband’s gaze, the same coy smile on her face, “I think we’ve had enough Truth and Dare. Why don’t you kids go out and celebrate the countdown. Jonathan.”

Clark blinks and stares after his mother as she takes her husband’s hand and leads him away from the group. He looks to Lois and Chloe and then glares at a flustered Lionel, “You did that deliberately.”

He cleared his throat and held his hands in his lap in the hopes to hide what Martha conjured, “I am not the one who initiated it, Clark.”

“Well Missus K certainly seemed to enjoy it. I know I did!” Lois exclaimed as she stood up and grabbed her drink. “Come on, Smallville, let’s go to the barn and watch the fireworks. You too cuz!” She gives Lionel a wink and he has to wonder if this had been planned.

He watched the three leave before glancing up the stairwell, wondering if the invitation is what he thought it was.

Quietly he stood and grabbed his wine glass and decided to drain it completely in one go. Thoughts of the kiss were still fresh in his mind and he could feel a terrible ache to slake the feelings she had caused in him with just that kiss alone. She knew he was hard, why else would she have touched him and invite him upstairs?

With a deep breath, he set the empty glass down and headed up. He loosened his shirt collar on the way up and he listened for sounds of the married couple. There were giggles that were no doubt from Martha and a thump as something heavy hit something else, of which he could only imagine Jonathan being clumsy from the alcohol.

He stopped outside the room and noted the door was slightly ajar. Did he dare accept her invitation? Should he? Was this a ploy of Miss Lane’s to get them together? But why bring Jonathan?

“Are you going to stand out there all night, Lionel, or are you going to join us?” he heard Martha say suddenly and his cheeks reddened.

TBC

[skylarmoon71]

Lex Luthor (Smallville/X-Men) AU - Fanfiction - Chapter 7

Lex realized that you possessed some very interesting traits and perspectives, and he couldn’t complain.

He enjoyed it. Talking with you. Even though your entire personality was a bit standoffish, with him, you were almost transparent, and he realized that it wasn’t so much that you didn’t like people. It just took you a while to warm up to them. He took notice of the way you were around Clark, and that one time you’d met his parents when he invited you both over for dinner.

“Thanks again Mrs. Kent.”

She smiled warmly, brushing off the comment as she began putting out the food. Jonathan was in the background grabbing the glasses and Clark went to get the plates.

“Clark honey, could you get us some silverware.”

Lex stood.

“I’ll grab them.”

“Oh no Lex, you’re the guest.”

“Please, I insist.”

He was already on his feet, and you followed behind. When Lex turned with his hand full of silverware, you just looked at him. He smiled at your need to help, or stick to him like a golden retriever. Both were very cute. He handed you half of the load as he moved back to set them down and you did the same.

By the time everything was set up, Clark was rushing to take his seat and Martha batted his hand away when he tried to sneak a biscuit. Jonathan laughed, pulling out a seat for his wife as she smiled, leaving a kiss on his cheek. He took his own seat, and once you were done, you were about to follow, but you paused next to Lex’s seat. He stopped by yours and you both had ended up pulling out the chair for the other.

Clark looked curious and Martha and Jonathan merely smiled.

“I’m the gentlemen, you’re supposed to let me be chivalrous.” Lex explained.

“If we’re measuring chivalry I’d be on the top. I’ve saved you half a dozen times.” You argued.

“Well it is in your job description.”

“Exactly. It’s my job to help you, so sit.”

Lex shook his head.

“This is a casual setting, so you should sit.” He gestured.

“I’m stronger.”

“I’m taller.” Lex counters.

“I’m indestructible.”

“I can’t get sick.”

He smiled, because it looked like you were thinking of more ways to win this competition. Clark still seemed a bit confused by the back and forth. But he still worked up a smile.

“You guys are arguing like a couple.” He joked.

You turned to him with a deadpan look.

“We are dating.”

“Wait, what! When!”

“Don’t you read the paper?” You asked.

“I-I thought that was just fake news.”

Martha was giggling at her son’s obvious lack of awareness. From her smile it’s clear she’d probably figured it out the moment she saw you both together.

“You’re pretty dense aren’t you?”

“I’m not!”

Lex intended to point out that he was pretty oblivious, but he decided against it. You looked back at him, and Lex relented, taking a seat as you slid his chair in slightly. He could see the slightly proud look you wore as you took your own seat.

“Let’s eat.”

Jonathan shared a smile with Martha as the food began to pass around.

The conversation was light, and Lex was especially observant of how comfortable you seemed around Clark’s parents. It’s then that he realized that it must have been ages since you had something like this. Dinner with kind people.

When the meal was over you were quick to give your compliments and help with the clean up. Martha and Jonathan were packaging the food. Lex stepped into the kitchen to help you with the dishes. You were washing them with such an easy look on your face. He could physically see the difference between when you were working and when you were just present. He loved it, how calm and carefree you looked doing something so mundane.

You placed the last plate down on the cloth, looking over your shoulder as you reached for the dry wash rag to wipe off your hands.

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”

You turned fully when your hands were dry, and Lex spotted that thoughtful look on your face. It dawned on him that aside from what he knew about your brother, he didn’t have much knowledge about your family situation.

You wanted to tell him, but there was so much to unpack. Your dad was a deadbeat drunk and your mother’s sanity hadn’t lasted long enough for her to have a good life.

In that moment you could say all of that and Lex would simply be there for you, providing comfort. There was nothing more you appreciated. However, at this moment, saying any of that would just be poor timing. You want to enjoy this without dwelling on what has already happened. You can’t change it, and you don’t want Lex to feel burdened. So for now, the tough stories can wait for another time.

“Mr. and Mrs Kent raised a great person, even if he’s blind to what’s right in front of him.”

“I heard that!!” Clark’s yell echoed.

Lex cracked a smile, moving over to give you a kiss on the cheek.

He appreciated each little moment. You might not be an open book, but the parts he already knew about you, he admired.

Respected.

He couldn’t have asked for a better partner, a better friend.

“Mr. Luthor, your car is waiting outside.”

You were standing at his bedroom door waiting for him to exit. He’d been in there for a while.

“Mr. Luthor.”

Your call didn’t receive a reply and now you are confused. Gripping the door knob you turned it, stepping inside with your eyes focused. You couldn’t smell any intruders and you would have heard if someone snuck in.

“Lex where are yo-”

His bathroom door opened and he stepped out with a towel on his shoulders and a pair of black briefs. Your eyes zeroed in on his attire, or lack thereof. The event wasn’t for another two hours, but you hadn’t expected him to still be in the shower.

“Sorry, were you calling me? I had some time so I decided to take a bath.”

That makes sense.

You avert your gaze, nodding.

“I just wanted to tell you that your car is ready.”

“Thank you.”

With another nod, you kept your eyes on anywhere but him. While you’re good at remaining professional, you’re not blind. Lex is an attractive guy. Even if you hadn’t started dating, you could appreciate that fact.

“Did you call me Lex?”

The slip plays back in your head and you shake your head.

“You must be hearing things.”

Lex smiled, dropping the towel on the bed as he approached. You did your best to say neutral but it was difficult. His eyes were twinkling in that manner that occurred whenever he was up to something. You could still see a few glistening spots on his body from the water and he smelled like heaven. Given how sensitive your nose is, just being in the room was making you a bit lightheaded.

He finally stopped in front of you and you couldn’t help but meet his eyes. He could see it, your need to remain in control. You’ve probably trained yourself to be indifferent to so much that it’s almost instinct at this point. He never wanted you to feel like you had to hold back.

“You don’t have to be cautious around me. I won’t break.”

Something in your eyes felt like he’d hit the nail right on the head.

He took your hand, and you looked down.

You felt like you needed to be transparent, because Lex has always been that way with you.

“My brother...he’s still out there. Even after everything he did, I couldn’t bring myself to ever..” You can’t say those words. He’d taken the person you loved from you, so of course you were angry, but losing him would have left a bigger hole.

“I’m telling you this because there’s a chance that one day he’ll come looking for me. So if you decided that it’s better to-”

“When he comes, I’ll be with you.”

You squeeze his hand. You expect the comment. He’s stubborn like that. He just smiles.

“Don’t think you can get rid of me that easily.”

“I don’t think my bank account would be too happy if I did.”

He chuckles and you crack a small smile.

“Now stop trying to seduce me and put some clothes on.”

You were heading for the door, Lex’s laughter following you all the way out. 

[muddyorbsblr]

14 days of valentines collection teaser 2

I just realized that we're less than 10 days away from February, which means that 14 Days of Valentine's is inching closer and closer! With that in mind, for this teaser, I'm going to give y'all a lil summary of what to expect from each of my entries for this project.

Story summaries under the cut

not a fever – James Conrad x Reader

You're quarantined in the laboratory with James Conrad as you try to determine what the effects of the pollen he was exposed to are.

hypotheticals & distractions – Magnus Martinsson x Reader

You and Magnus are tasked with the unfortunate duty of manning the phones through a Friday night and he decides you should play some games to pass the time.

all the right answers – Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Tom decides to help you through reviewing for a certification exam by incentivizing each correct answer, making the decision to "ruin the friendship" in the process.

midnight cravings – Loki x Reader

Deciding to take advantage of the fully stocked pantry within the Avengers Compound, you go down there only to realize that Loki has the same idea, and he decides he'd much rather enjoy his little snack with you. And on you.

paris – Jonathan Pine x Reader

After spending the last few hours pretending to be a loving couple while on a mission in Paris, Jonathan decides to lose himself in the fantasy of having you to himself.

eyes on me, darling – Loki x Reader

You knew that sending Loki raunchy pictures as you tried on lingerie was going to have consequences. You just didn't think that they would be coming your way so quickly.

forgive me, father – Will Ransome x Reader

After being plagued with depraved fantasies of Aldwinter's vicar for months on end, you go to confession in a desperate attempt to alleviate yourself of these sinful thoughts. You didn't expect that the man on the other side of the confessional would be none other than Will Ransome himself.

thirty seconds – Loki x Reader

To celebrate a mission gone right, Loki invites you to his hotel room to have a drink with him, and he proposes you two play a little game beforehand.

keep me safe – James Conrad x Reader

You run into a tent for safety after being chased by a massive insect-like creature while collecting flora samples from Skull Island. The tent belongs to James Conrad.

duty of care – Jonathan Pine x Reader

After Pine rescues you from a bloodthirsty mafia leader, he confesses his feelings for you while tending to your wounds.

maintain our cover – Older Magnus Martinsson x Reader

To catch a suspected serial killer, you and Magnus go undercover in the sex club the suspect frequents to choose his victims. You knew you'd have to partake in the activities with an attendee or two. You didn't expect that he'd want you to partake in them with him.

i have never – Tom Hiddleston x Reader

When you reveal to your co-stars that you've never had a positive experience kissing anyone, let alone a good experience doing more than kissing, Tom visits you in your hotel room to rectify that situation.

measurements – Will Ransome x Reader

After Cora's birthday party, your brother Luke, along with Martha, made a few offhanded jokes about Reverend Ransome being "small", you quickly put them both in their place by explaining what you do back in London: using a man's posture, gait, and overall stature to determine certain "measurements" for your clients.

relinquish the crown: obsessions & fantasies – Loki x Reader

The morning after you had Astrid removed from the palace, you had some rather concerning thoughts about Loki. And after he comforts you through the task of sorting through the traitor's belongings, you have some vivid dreams of him later that night.

[awfulsweetbutterflies]

Spring Awakening Fandom Tag

(By @winter-asleepening )

1. how were you introduced to the show?

my aunt's close friends with jon, so i got to meet him for my bday and see merrily after! i was in LOVE with his performance and ended up listening to the spring awakening album and fell in love with it!!

2. Seen a production live?

no, i wish. my aunt's theatre is doing a production of it but i may or may not be able to see it :(

3. Dream role/character you relate to most

my dream role would be wendla, and i relate to moritz and melchior (not the r-pe part of him) the most.

4. Favorite male character

probably melchior in the musical. melchior in the 1891 play is literally satan

5. Favorite female character

ilse, martha, and wendla!

6. Deaf West Revival or Original Broadway Cast?

i haven't seen the deaf west end yet but i'm planning to! i love the obc though

7. Favorite song

i need to make a list omg ... the bitch of living, word of your body, and then there were none, don't do sadness/blue wind, touch me, totally fucked, LEFT BEHIND, mama who bore me, mama who bore me (reprise), the list goes on ...

8. Least favorite song

....... there once was a pirate 😬

9. Favorite quote/line

"people -- love when they -- kiss! melchior, don't, don't!"

10. Favorite TV performance

do the tonys count?

11. Favorite cast member(s)

jonathan groff and john gallagher jr

12. Favorite cast member moment

when jon interviewed people 😭

13. Do you write fan fiction?

nah but i'm writing an adaptation of frank wedekind's spring awakening!

14. Do you make fan art?

sigh no but i like to doodle wendla, moritz, and melchior from time to time

15. Do you cosplay?

no but that'd be so fun omg

16. Don’t do Sadness or Blue Wind?

don't do sadness 100%

17. Word of your body or the Reprise?

og word of your body imo, nothing beats lea and jon's stage presence there

18. Touch Me or My Junk?

my junk!!

19. Explain the song of purple summer

i like to see it as the happy ending, how everything went wrong but they all pulled it together somehow

20. Explain the song of purple summer (wrong answers only)

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